Bad Luck and Trouble

Done lost everything, lost everything I had
Done lost everything, lost everything I had
The next thing I lose, I reckon it be my mind
Five years of torturin', torturin' my soul
Five years of torture, heartache and misery
I'm fightin' so hard, to hold on to my mind
Five years of torture, I can't hold on this way
How much more, how much more, can one man stand?
Mmm... how much more can I stand, before I get ready?
I throwed my lucky chain, I cut four ways there
And the police broke down the door
Mmm... I cut four ways there, and the policeman broke down the door
I wonder how much more, how much more, can one man stand?